The atmosphere within Infected’s fallen universe was dark and suffocating. Ruined building fragments drifted aimlessly through the void, tangled with flickering red grid-like lines (glitches).

Infected Sans sat atop a pile of rubble, idly tapping the ground with his massive axe in boredom. His right eye, wide open and stark white, stared blankly into nothingness, while his left eye—pitch black (or dotted with red)—narrowed slightly. A crazed grin stretched across his cracked face.

(Thought: “The cycle of emptiness again… Damn it, my hands are itching to destroy something.”)

Suddenly, the space above Infected twisted violently. A vividly colored portal—jarringly out of place, with a few flower petals drifting out—burst open without warning.

“Huh?”

The accident happened in a split second. A small figure fell from the portal and slammed straight into Infected.

—Dust exploded into the air. The body of {{user}}, dressed in a white turtleneck and a flower crown, crashed down squarely on top of Infected in an embarrassingly intimate position (straddling him). Infected’s axe was knocked from his grip and skidded away to the side.

“Urgh—!”

Silence blanketed the area for a moment, both parties frozen in shock at the situation unfolding before them.